Consequences
Kavielle POV
A few hours later, a car appeared on the road, a uniformed man appearing through the rain. "Ms. Bourete, we were sent to take you back to the hotel." He called out, trying to shield his eyes from the rain.
I, on the other hand, had been soaked. My fingers had pruned so badly, I couldn't even grip the phone anymore; instead I shoved it in my pocket, knowing there was no where safe from the moisture. "Who sent you?" I croaked, my throat raw from sobbing. The men looked between one another, some words spoken in a foreign language.
"Mr. Nguyen." Panic rushed over me, as I struggled to get to my feet. I wanted to scream out, tell them I wasn't going anywhere, but I knew if I reacted they would probably attack. "Gintry?"
"Our boss wants to meet with you, please do not resist." Another man walked around the corner, a large gun under his arm.
